The Yearly Demarcation of Eventual Death February 11, 2011
Posted by troyjen in humor.Tags: birthday, bla bla, humor, sadness
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Here I am…..a lyin in winter.
I think its vital for an unrelenting pessimist to have some kind of yearly yardstick from which to measure ones own devolution into increasing irrelevance. And thus it is, February 10th, the year of……..I’m guessing someone’s Lord…..2011. And I hate myself just a tinsy bit more.
And what’s not to hate…..Older? Check. Minivan driving? Check. Disney time share owner? Check. Dredge on society? Check. Lime green leisure suit…..ok that’s on order, but I hope to be able to cross that one off soon.
So what does the future hold for the survival of the witless? I’m hoping for an early retirement and managing to die with limited pain – I would have said die with dignity but lets face it, that’s too high of a bar to clear.
Don’t worry about me…..the unbearable weight of my self acknowledged uselessness will lift eventually. I soon will be back into my usual chipper, bitter, sarcastic self.
Of course, maybe I should just lay off the Absolute.
I hear ya. It’s like you wrote in a previous post, “…like ear hair to a self denying baby boomer…”
I am one of those. The year I was born was supposedly the single biggest year of the baby boom. I hit double-nickels today, and as the years pass I’m finding that I identify more and more with that Nietzsche fellow you are so fond of.
Now, where’s my clippers?
The passage of time suggests that perhaps the nihilistic one may have *gasp* found a purpose in life?
Hope all is well